Surgery

As most people in my life already know, lately I have been having abnormal female problems. I guess I should start from the beginning. It all started back in August 2010, when I was in a car wreck. From September – November, I was bleeding and it wouldn’t stop. So finally I decided to go see the doctor. I explained that I didn’t have my period for 3 months, and now it’s here but  it has been 3 months straight non-stop bleeding. So she decides to examine me, after she is done violating me she say well it looks as if everything is normal, your body is just playing catch up. I just go with that answer, I mean after all she is the doctor. So I leave, and about 2 week later the bleeding stops.  So I go about my normal routine now from November – February, NO menstrual cycle, I don’t panic because I know I am not pregnant, finally in March it comes, and it’s normal. It continues to be consistent until after I have Brylee. Of course I was without it when I was pregnant, but I didn’t even think anything then. I found out I was pregnant, when I went to the doctor over being dizzy. Anyways 2012 is here, and I have a beautiful baby.  Well on mother’s day 2012 Mother Nature decides to pay me a visit. Little did I know she was planning to stay a while? So from May-September (4 Months) bleeding and it just continues. One day as I am getting ready for work, I feel like I am going to pass out. I was already pasty white, and always freezing. So I decide that I am going to call in and go to the doctor. I go to the doctor, and they decide to check my blood, and tell me to come back in a week. So I continue to bleed, I go back to the doctor, and it appears my all my organs are working great, as well as my thyroid. Well she notices that my progesterone level is low, and says its post menopause. She wanted to put me on some medicine to see if that will help, but before we can try the medicine she wants to run a EKG to check my heart. After running an EKG they say that my heart doesn’t appear to be getting enough blood flow. They tell me to try taking iron pills, and the other medicine she gave me and come back in a month so in November. So I go back in a week, and they prick my finger, and tell me that my hemoglobin is a level 5, and I need to go to the hospital and get fluids in me. So I drive myself to the hospital.

Hospital….

Once I got to the hospital they seen me immediately but, I was stuck in the Emergency room patient room, for like 3 hours. They just gave me saline. Then took me back for a ultra sound, vaginal and over the stomach. I was really impressed with the ultra sound tech guy. He told me he wasn’t going to look at me down there, all I had to do was put it in, and he would guide it. They (him and a female nurse) also continued to have a conversation with me to distract me. Then once that was done I went back to the emergency patient room, and waited for them to get me admitted to a regular patient room. Where I would receive blood transfusions, we ended up doing a half a unit before getting into the room. Then once I got into the room, I finished that unit and received two more. It took about 24 hours to get 3 units of blood into me. When the doctor came in to talk to me he mentioned that they found a very large cyst on my ovaries, and that I would need to follow up with an OBGYN as soon as possible. I said okay. By this time it was the first of December. I went home, and finished that week of work, and got a recommendation for an OBGYN Rebecca Walker. So we made an appointment with her, it was for a Wednesday. Went into her office, and was told they didn’t have me scheduled. Which was complete BS because we called, and they told us to get a release so they could see my information from the hospital, they then tell us they will fit me in. So they fit me in and I end up seeing Stephanie the PA-C. She came in and automatically wanted to examine me when she already knew what was wrong. Then she said I would like to get another ultra sound, we have a girl here that is the ultra sound tech that’s all she does. She may see something they didn’t. She tells me to go empty my bladder. Then I get undressed and lay on this table. Very uncomfortable, she then begins to perform a vaginal ultra sound, and I literally start crying.  She gets all huffy and puffy with me, and says well we can’t do it over the stomach because you emptied your bladder. REALLY, I was told to. Ha. So they send me back to the room, the PA-C comes, back in the room and says we would like for you to come back next we so we can try again, and try the over the stomach ultra sound, but come with a full bladder. I say okay, so I go to the counter, and make an appointment for next week.  Well next week comes; they actually had me on the schedule this time. I get called back, this time I go alone.  The doctor walks in, and says “Hi, I’m Rebecca Walker”. She goes on talking about what is wrong with me. She then says “We are going to have to put you to sleep, examine you, perform a D&C, and then surgery”. I look at her, and say “why do you have to put me to sleep to examine me?” She looks at me like I’m stupid and says “I’m not going to put you to sleep to examine you”. I then lose it, I just start balling my eyes out. She looks at me and says “You need to get over your anxiety issues”. She said go make an appointment for next week, and come back next week. Well the next week is Christmas. So I attempt to make another appointment the day after Christmas the 26^th, they tell me that they can’t see me then because they are closed it will have to be Friday. I said okay. I walk out, and get my brother and tell him I am not going to come back to that bitch. We get in the car, and I am crying the whole way home. I then tell everyone I am going to get a second opinion. Well let’s just say no one in my family was happy about that, especially my grandma.  So I get online and do some research and find, rateMD.com and find a male doctor who was rated highly by every client. I call and make an appointment. I explain my situation on the phone, and they put me on hold. They then put there nurse on the phone, who describes to me how dangerous a cyst as large as mine is, and if I start to experience a certain pain, I need to go the ER immediately, I proceed with my appointment, and get it made on… What do you know December 26^th? The day comes, and I meet this male doctor, which I was pretty nervous about. When he walked in he introduces himself, and sits down, and tells me to tell him my story from the beginning till now, and I do just that. He listened the whole time, and then tells me he’s going to have to do a vaginal ultrasound. I say okay, we go into the room, again he does it and I didn't scream. Hmmm. Once we are finished he prints pictures of the ultra sound. No one else offered that.  He then tells me that we are going to have to have surgery to get it removed. Tell me his scheduling nurse will be in contact with me. Well she ends up calling the 29^th, telling me they would like to schedule surgery for the 3^rd of January. I say okay. At this time, I am more worried about how I am going to get this short of a notice approved by my work. Well luckily I had an amazing supervisor who let me take new years eve off to get everything filled out, and sent to the doctor, and to my work. 

January 3^rd, the Surgery

The day is here, I got to the hospital and get ready for pre-op. They call me back, and I go back, and they check my blood pressure is high and they say I have tachycardia.  They then check my hemoglobin, which appears to be a 7. They tell me that we may have to second in line, instead of first, because they are going to have to give me blood transfusions. So I get the blood transfusions, as well as some medicine that is supposed to make me relax. Well I ended up calling this guy hot, who was right beside me, and started freaking out when they went to put the blue cap on my head, because I didn’t want it to mess up my hair. Well I end up getting the hair net, and wheeled to the operating room. I go to sleep almost instantly. When I wake up in recovery, I don’t see anyone that I know so I start crying and the put me back to sleep. The next time I wake up I look around, but I didn’t start crying, and they then call my parents to let them know that I am awake. I then get up and go get dressed, and get my papers, then get sent home. 

Post-Op

I go back to my doctor about 2 weeks after surgery, he tell me that surgery went well. However what they thought to be a cyst on my ovaries was a tumor the size of a premature baby, and it was on my fallopian tubes. He said it did come back non- cancerous which was great. I was super excited. Told me to come back in two month, and if my period wasn’t regular we would look into intense hormone treatments.